I'd rather have taken a knee to the face I still resent her for looking so sweet, like was I supposed to recognize her or something? All day I let the anger flow through me shrugged at all the means to get some feedback, all the vivid flashes of opportunity... Worked with stern determination balancing between hands trembling from anger and not breaking a sweat, huffing up all the cold, in a whirlwind of chaos, with the other dude having trouble leaving the office. Fuck yeah we suckin out any semblance of relaxation you might have gotten HARD, what's new, human right nay primal need to dispose of waste, motherfuckers how could you close for 3 days. I didn't raise my voice or anything and then she just gets to show up and raise the difficulty bar fuck no I didn't ask for homework. Let's hope that after the initial melting and quick stare away as if I forgot something, which I kinda did, the double down yellow smile was just the right kind of wrong, I didn't dare to grimace to the cardbox cutout angel, she was to difficult to hate, and I resent her for that.
There is a two day weekend ahead imagine that and I basically checked off anybody who'd wanna see me so... there is no way I'm taking home some hematome or some laceration or something like that... because that shit is getting old. If I somehow manage to "hurt" myself just right amount with normal effort that I just nap the tainted by social contact friday off grumpy AF, without depressurizing by drinking and ruining a precious day alone, that's like the best case scenario. Maybe I should keep on with just a small meal a day until friday, that's bound to hurt me just right so I don't want to fight anymore right? I still have a sandwich to football punt in my backpack take that starving kids. Fuck life. Mic drop.